Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
MC5,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.